3/23/2006: I have dreamed of you so much...

...that you are no longer real.

Is there still time for me to reach your breathing body,
to kiss your mouth
and make your dear voice come alive again?

I have dreamed of you so much that my arms,
grown used to being crossed on my chest as I hugged your shadow,
would perhaps not bend to the shape of your body.
For faced with the real form of what has haunted me
and governed me for so many days and years,
I would surely become a shadow.

O scales of feeling.

I have dreamed of you so much
that surely there is no more time for me to wake up.
I sleep on my feet
prey to all the forms of life and love,
and you, the only one who counts for me today,
I can no more touch your face and lips
than touch the lips and face of some passerby.

I have dreamed of you so much,
have walked so much,
talked so much,
slept so much with your phantom,
that perhaps the only thing left for me is to become

a phantom among phantoms,
a shadow a hundred times more shadow
than the shadow the moves
and goes on moving,

brightly,

over the sundial of your life.

~ Robert Desnos ~

NB: One my favorite poems discovered in Humanities class. The message is as true then as it is now. (siya, siya, torpe na kung torpe, hehehe). But such is the test of a classic, be it poetry or art. The truth it speaks of survives the passing of time.